The sword of the Jingnan Crazy Dragon, even if it is pulled out, it has no momentum, and it rushes towards the sea spirit with all its might, and the purple sword in the hand of the sea spirit is also extraordinary, the tiger is purple, and it is long for several miles! In the chaos, I saw the divine light shining, and the coercion was endless, and it was difficult for people to breathe. Jing Nan shouted, "You are indeed a member of the Immortal Clan!"

"The immortal clan is not necessarily crueler than your barbarian!" "Hai Ling opened his flickering purple eyes and roared angrily: "I'll give you three more breaths to think about it, the person I want to kill is Mo Yunfeng, you don't have to stop it!"

"No, I can't. Jing Nan replied clearly.

"Then you will die!"

Hai Ling raised his sword with both hands, a sword was higher than the sky, turning into a divine light giant sword, like a majestic giant sword when he was splitting the barbarian mountain, slashing down, the giant blade hit Jing Nan's Changhong sword, Jing Nan couldn't stand such a strong blow, was hit by Hai Ling's sword into the stone river in the distance, stirred up a huge wave through the air, the white water vapor just sprinkled in the air was turned into countless slender ice cubes by the cold air, frozen in the air, and the river surface was turbulent, a red ball of light rose under the river surface, that was Jing Nan who was knocked away, he rushed out of the water with his cape。

"Old thief, not dead yet!" Hai Ling hated the root of her teeth, her purple pupils had opened, and the glitzy world of Ren Qianqian had become clear and visible in her eyes. Since he was stalking, Hai Ling had no choice but to send this old guy on his way. Hai Ling tread water towards Jingnan.

Jing Nan used the power of a barbarian to float himself to the surface of the water, and his body was rapidly burning with the power of qi and blood, turning the surrounding half of the ice into water vapor. He slowly turned the blade. The pattern on the blade slowly turned, blurring, creating an unclear picture. The water droplets on Jing Nan's hair dripped on the Changhong Sword, reflecting like a drop of blood, and he frowned and said softly: "Murder Sword!"

Jing Nan shook out a vast sword light like snow in an instant, this is a rapid sword, so that the light is born on the sword body, the world's martial arts, only fast and unbroken, this is the eternal truth. Seeing it in the eyes of the god of death and the others, they trembled with fright, and under such a hurry, Jing Nan seemed to have turned into countless phantoms, and the swords were as dense as a waterfall, and the power was terrifying. Hai Ling's purple pupils widened, and countless green tendons faintly bulged around her eye sockets. Hai Ling stretched out her purple sword violently, carrying the sword on her back, blocking the tip of Jing Nan's sword that stabbed her in the back of the heart.

"I've seen through all your moves!"

Hai Ling slapped Jing Nan's sword hilt with a backhand, shaking off the red Changhong Sword in his hand. This swordsman has no sword, like a bird of prey with broken wings, a tiger with broken wings, the sea spirit saw the momentum and slammed it, and a shining wave of light hit Jing Nan hard, and in the blink of an eye, Jing Nan fell like a meteor at the foot of the mountain. The sea spirit turned into a streamer and rushed away, she had already moved her murderous intent, there were dead gods and demon beast armies here to contain Moyun Peak, she had to take advantage of the situation to break them one by one, otherwise the two of them would go up together, and she would have no chance of winning.

"I really can't imagine that this girl's strength is strong enough to suppress Jing Nan. Mo Yunfeng lightly tapped the crutch in his hand, showed a kind smile, looked at the army of dead gods, and said, "Your master has temporarily left this place, what are you going to do?"

The kindness on Mo Yunfeng's face frightened the god of death and gave birth to a vicious chill from his back. He had only heard that this Jingnan's cultivation had been unparalleled in the Great Wilderness World, and no one could match it, and a Changhong Sword could trigger the thunder of the Nine Heavens and destroy a piece of mountains and forests. In his heart, these are just vain names, but when he sees it today, he realizes that this kind of battle can be regarded as a monk's fighting method, and he is as domineering as the sky! And this old guy in front of him, this old guy who can't even straighten his back, once defeated Jing Nan and won the position of the patriarch of the Manshan tribe......

Although the army of undead demon beasts behind the god of death is numerous, it seems that it can only be used to conquer small tribes and destroy small tribes, and there is nothing to say about facing such cultivators. Because this is not a man on a step at all, a completely unequal battle, how can the ants defeat the elephant?

"What's wrong?" Mo Yunfeng took a step forward and said, "Are you afraid?"

"Ahh

The god of death shuddered. The god of death was also standing tremblingly, the army of demon beasts behind them was ready to move, all showing a crazy expression of murder, these demon beasts had already broken off their feelings, cut off their fears, they didn't know life and death, they were only born to kill, although Mo Yunfeng's cultivation was extremely powerful, and the breath was deep and terrifying, but in the great wilderness, the only person who could make these demon beasts feel fear was Jing Nan, who could release the breath of absolute death.

In the direction of Keman Mountain, the divine light rose to the sky like a thickness, and the battle between Hailing and Jingnan was even more intense. Hai Ling thought that Jing Nan would lose the sword, and the winner could be separated within a few moves, but who knew that this Jing Nan pinched his fingers as a sword and waved a domineering artistic conception sword, and the legendary black death gas was slowly emerging, Jing Nan's offensive was becoming more and more fierce, although Hai Ling calmly dealt with it, she was a little frightened, she felt that Jing Nan's eyes were slowly turning red.

Back in the iron forest, the two gods of death and death were already prostrate at the feet of Mo Yunfeng, like little servants, obediently pressing the legs for Mo Yunfeng, and Mo Yunfeng stretched out his crutches and held up a red divine light film, blocking those mutated and crazy demon beasts in front of him, and they couldn't move away an inch, those giant fierce beasts opened their bloody mouths and pressed against this light film, and countless demon beasts even entangled themselves and bit each other. Mo Yunfeng lowered his head and asked leisurely, "Are you from the Jiuze tribe?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" the god of death nodded again and again while earnestly hammering Mo Yunfeng's back. The God of Death secretly cursed this guy for being spineless in his heart, and increased his strength to thump Mo Yunfeng's legs. Mo Yunfeng looked at the masks of the two of them and smiled silently, this thing can give mortals a powerful power, enough to change a person's innate qualifications, but unfortunately now it seems that it is also a disaster. These two men will surely die a terrible death. He then asked, "Where did these strange monsters come from?"

"Great wilderness, great wilderness!" replied the god of death.

"The Great Wilderness?" Mo Yunfeng asked, "What do you mean, these demon beasts were originally normal beasts of the Great Wilderness, and then they became like this after your hands?"

"Yes, yes, we started by besieging the blood wolves. The god of death gestured and said, "These demon beasts are all mutated by our boss with a purple liquid called "raw materials". ”

"Purple blood?" Mo Yunfeng waved his left hand, reflecting a piece of glow, and the picture showed five wheels in the bright moon in the sky, shining brightly, sprinkling a purple liquid, falling straight to the earth, like water coming from the sky. The god of death looked at it and nodded. Mo Yunfeng muttered, "These demon beasts are indeed contaminated by the blood of the demon god. ”

"Hahaha, old man of the Manshan Division, are you still in the mood to talk and laugh?"

A man wearing a black mask appeared behind Mo Yunfeng.